Character: Gilbert Markham

This is a very painful effect, to suspect abuse in perfectly harmless words and actions.

The woman, agreeing to hear arguments to refute her beliefs, always ready in advance to reject them, shut your inner ear and not recognizing any, even the most ironclad logic.

I was afraid to lose even what I was able to get a price so enormous effort and diligence, one reckless act to destroy all hope, then as time and patience would bring success.

What wonderful music sounded in her mouth my name!

In the society of those whom I... in the company of my friends and I like to be silent.

But Mr. Millward, seemed to me, forever would be to explain to us that does not belong to the tea lovers, because to overload the stomach with dirty water to the detriment of more useful substances is very harmful to health, and everything to finish and to finish his fourth Cup.

If we can only denigrate those who are worthy of us, is not it better to keep silent?

No doubt, the admiration in my eyes was to flatter the pride of the artist.

I tried to cheer her up, and by the end of it I feel like I succeeded, but conscience began eating at me even more, as I knew that sooner or later will break the bond and only to arouse false hope, delaying the inevitable rainy day.

- I often lack the foreign judgment, she said. When my vision and thoughts for too long concentrated on any subject, I cease to trust them.
Is just one of the many evils which may result from loneliness, - I said.

No one is able to find happiness in the eternal loneliness.

But, mom, if you really want to please me, please, a little more than deal with itself and its amenities.

Even doctors, when the other not, choose the lesser evil to spare the patient from more.

It is better to strengthen the forces of the young hero than trying to weaken and disarm his enemy; that, cultivating oak in the greenhouse, faithfully taking care of him day and night, protecting it from the slightest breeze, you can't hope he will become as strong and mighty as an oak that grew on the hillside, the open violence of all elements, and acquainted with grief, even of the storm.